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Surviving Postpartum Relationship Struggles: Love, Loss & Healing

My Postpartum Struggles: Feeling Disconnected and Alone

When I had my baby, I never imagined how much it would test my relationship. For almost two years after giving birth, I felt completely disconnected from my partner. During those long months of maternity leave, I was alone with our baby all day, every day. I loved my little one endlessly, but I was lonely. My friends and family all lived far away, and I didn’t have a strong local support network. The days blurred together in an endless cycle of feedings, diaper changes, and desperate attempts to nap when the baby napped.

Meanwhile, my partner was gone from dawn till dusk working long hours to support us. My maternity leave pay was a fraction of my usual income, so he picked up extra work to make ends meet. We were both exhausted in different ways, and it felt like we were living in two separate worlds under the same roof.

His Struggle: He Didn’t Want Another Child

From the very beginning, my partner wasn’t fully on board with having another child. He had made it clear that he was done having kids, and for a long time, I accepted that. But somewhere along the way, he warmed up to the idea, and we made the decision together to have a baby.

I thought that meant he had fully embraced fatherhood again. But after our son was born, it was like he slipped right back into the “I didn’t want more kids” mindset. I could feel it in the way he withdrew from both of us. I felt it in the way he avoided holding the baby unless I asked him to. In my most exhausted moments, I wondered if he resented me for pushing for another child.

And then came the guilt.

I started to wonder if I had made a mistake. If I had pushed too hard for something he never truly wanted. Did I ruin our relationship? Did I ruin his happiness? I found myself in a cycle of blame and guilt—resenting him for his detachment but also blaming myself for bringing another child into our lives when he had clearly been hesitant.

I loved our son with all my heart, but in the darkest moments, I questioned if I had made the wrong decision. I hated myself for even thinking it, but the weight of feeling solely responsible for my partner’s misery crushed me for months.

The Night That Broke Me

One night, my partner told me he was staying at a work cabin on the other side of town instead of coming home. He said it was too far to drive back and he had to be up early for work. Exhausted and overwhelmed with our newborn, I accepted it.

Later, I found out the truth. He had come into town—not to see me or our son, but to pick up his daughter and take her to the cabin with him. He chose not to see us. He lied to me.

That moment shattered something inside me. I wasn’t just exhausted anymore—I was broken. The pain of feeling unwanted, abandoned, and completely alone with our newborn son was unbearable. It wasn’t just about one night. It was a confirmation of what I had already felt for months: I was in this alone.

When Your Partner Struggles to Bond With the Baby

We went from loving partners to bickering roommates. The small things set us off. I’d snap at him for coming home late or forgetting to pick up diapers. But he didn’t snap back—he just looked miserable.

He barely spoke, barely looked at me, and barely acknowledged our baby. Every morning, he rushed off to work like he couldn’t wait to leave, and every evening, he walked through the door looking like he wished he were anywhere else.

I was in shambles. There was no love, no connection between him and our son. No bonding moments, no lingering looks of admiration, nothing. I waited for that spark—the one I thought would come naturally, the one I thought would grow in time—but it never did.

And I couldn’t take it anymore.

I snapped. I yelled.

“You don’t even want him!”

“You didn’t want another baby, and now you’re punishing both of us for it!”

I hurled those words at him in the middle of the night, exhausted, broken, and desperate for something to change. I wanted him to see what I saw. I wanted him to feel the ache I felt. But he just stood there, blank-faced, offering no reassurance, no argument—nothing.

That emptiness was worse than any fight.

The Silent Struggles of Fathers After Birth

What I didn’t fully understand at the time was that some fathers struggle deeply to bond with their newborns. Research shows that 8% to 10% of new fathers experience paternal postpartum depression (PPD)—a condition that can lead to withdrawal, irritability, sadness, and even a lack of emotional connection to their child.

Unlike maternal postpartum depression, which is more openly discussed, paternal PPD often goes undiagnosed. Many don’t even realize they’re experiencing depression. Instead, they just feel numb, detached, or trapped in a role they don’t know how to navigate.

I didn’t know this at the time. All I saw was a man who looked like he wanted nothing to do with our son. And it broke me.

How We Found Each Other Again

Thankfully, that wasn’t the end of our story.
Over time—slowly, awkwardly—things started to shift.

One day, our son reached for him. Not just reached, but smiled at him, his tiny hands stretching toward his father to be picked up; as if he had been waiting for that moment all along.

The day my son said “daddy” for the first time, I watched as something softened in him. It was as if all the walls he had built—the uncertainty, the hesitation, the distance—came crashing down in that one moment.

From that day on, he showed up differently. He started doing bedtime routines, taking our son on daddy-son walks, making silly faces just to hear his laugh.

Around the same time, I returned to work, and financially, we stabilized a bit more. The relentless stress of scraping by on maternity leave pay lifted, and that helped both of us breathe again.

Rebuilding Our Relationship: The Hard, Honest Truth

It took me a long time to be ready to share this.

I had to heal, process, and look inside myself before I could even begin to forgive and move forward. Because the truth is—it’s so hard to forget how your loved one treated you when you were pregnant or in the postpartum haze. Everything they do—good or bad—feels twice as intense during that time.

Today, I can truly say that the man who once seemed disinterested, now lights up when our son says “Daddy.” The father who once struggled to bond is now head over heels for his little boy.

Today, two years postpartum, I can say our relationship is stronger than it was before. But I won’t sugarcoat it: it took work, forgiveness, and time.

We still argue. We still have moments. But we’ve learned to fight fair, to communicate better, and to remember that we are on the same team.

If You’re Struggling, You’re Not Alone

If you’re reading this and feeling any of what I described—please hear me:

You are not a bad mom. You are not a bad partner. You are not alone.

So many of us go through this. And while it might not feel like it right now, there is hope.

Your relationship can survive this. It can even come out stronger.

One day, your baby will sleep through the night. One day, the fog will lift. And one day, you and your partner might look at each other and realize—you made it. Together.

Hold on. Brighter days are ahead.

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